Who hailed us out summer's hush
With summery complaisance
Was shown up to have sheltered
A too trustfully wide glance.
Having been met by, in effect
Blustery armed, wills' storm!
Swung off each bough, upthrew, plumed, pawed
A noise; out of the norm.
More than moods' unfettering
Tore through nature's dismay.
Boy's slights, in rock-homes, kicked o'er;
Boy's shame, rough-grabbed, what lay.
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